i want to tell you.
i really do.
i'd love to spill my secrets, my issues to you.
yet i can't comprehend it.
i can't communicate it to you.
and the fact you could leave me.
it makes my heart a tearful blue.
you already look at me as if i'm broken.
what do i have to lose?
i want to tell you.
i really do.
yet i can't cope with the fact.
the fact your presence may fade.
vanish without a trace.
except you'd still have that key.
the key that can unlock the darkness in my brain.
Apr 29, 2020
Apr 29, 2020 at 9:39 AM UTC
I let my trust run wild until it turned into paranoia
I let my paranoia go untouched until it turned into resentment
I let my resentment fester until it turned into depression
I let my depression grow until it became doubt
Now my doubt had turned into confirmation
It wasn’t a kiss or a word I was scared to know of
I was afraid while I strangling my tears so you couldn’t see them
You were building a dam to keep others away
I was afraid while I was trying to mend my heart with bullets
You were acting as a tailor for someone else's
I was afraid that you had become someone else's safe haven
While I was learning to be my own
But still I let my trust run wild
Apr 20, 2020
Apr 20, 2020 at 7:46 PM UTC
I invite my demons back into my bed,
I let them taunt and torture me
As I kiss their lips and feed them, love.
I beg for them to blacken my eyes ****** my wrist,
And fill the void that rests within my soul.
I’m addicted to the way the pain feels
And they're addicted to the ways my tears taste
Apr 20, 2020
Apr 20, 2020 at 6:51 PM UTC
I knew woga so well,
Even if she was dressed in rubies, I'd still notice her several miles away.
I have closed doors, shutters and curtains in hopes that she won't seep through the hidden crevices of my home.
I don't turn on the lights for fear of the monsters that hovers above me.
I fear the fingers that always finds its way down to my stomach to taunt, **** and poke my ulcer, I fear the known.
I fear the very thing that's in the air, in my sleep and in my head, the very thing that whispers uncertainties
Woga keeps growing her monstrous army day by day and that's what scares me the most
My darling Woga loves when I cry myself to sleep on her lap. She takes pleasure in her soaked skirt, she loves when I surrender.
Woga loves dragging my weary body across hills and valleys, until the earth becomes the color of the very thing coursing through my veins.
She's a lover that can never be satisfied.
Apr 20, 2020
Apr 20, 2020 at 6:27 PM UTC
We spoke of an eternity together, just like Isis and Osiris. We prayed for an everlasting love.
We cried, we laughed, we kissed, and we spoke of our love.
Then boom!!! The madness
It started with the recurring late nights.
I thought the tale of the fisherman's wife was a myth, until I became one.
Now I'm on my porch, hoping you'd remember our love and come back.
- Adewale Mofogofunoluwa Eunice.
Apr 16, 2020
Apr 16, 2020 at 6:06 PM UTC
I once had a conversation with the little girl with salty Tic Tacs streaming down her face, she said that it had been difficult keeping a tight grip on her sanity in a room filled with lunatics. She said that she was more of a recluse because the voices in her head had demanded to be listened to.
The voice tell her all sorts, funny how she referred to them as "people" when they were her own thoughts. She said they all wanted to be heard and obeyed and she had been drowning in sermons telling her how to live, how to be better and how to do better, now she's drowning in an ocean of critics, each word reminding her how she would never be perfect.
Apr 16, 2020
Apr 16, 2020 at 4:32 PM UTC